The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

"Bang bang bang."

The crackling sound came from far away and the sound resonated back and forth among the mountains. Dinggle, who was at the pass, looked around and saw a group of birds flying into the sky among the undulating and continuous mountains, and then fled in all directions.

"The fighting has begun." Willy beside him said in a low voice with a stern face.

The location of the pass is higher than Songlinjian, but there is a mountain between them, and Songlinjian is on the back, so they cannot see the specific battle situation over there. However, hearing the continuous artillery fire is enough to make people feel uneasy.

Because the explosion sound of this artillery shell obviously came from the enemy, and now they were at the pass and could not provide assistance. They could only hope that the troops of Songlinjian could use the terrain to gain the upper hand in the battle and consume as much enemy force as possible.

"If we fight well, we should be able to destroy several times the enemy's strength." At this time, Dinggel suddenly said expressionlessly.

Willie's expression was particularly solemn. He said, "But the Yan people fought bravely. In the end, I'm afraid..."

He did not continue speaking, because as early as when the order was issued, Willy knew what the outcome would be. Although Sylvie's troops occupied high ground and were on a slope, which could effectively reduce casualties caused by enemy artillery fire to a certain extent, the Yan people's fighting style was to never give up until they achieved their goal. Therefore, if they continued to launch attacks, it would be difficult for the small force in Songlinjian to carry out a thorough defense.

In other words, the position will be breached, it just depends on how many enemies they can kill before it is breached. Behind Songlinjian, after crossing the river, there is also an ambush. That is Zoye's cavalry division. However, in the current environment, the cavalry had already abandoned their war horses and were temporarily organized into infantry. Most of those war horses were taken out of the mountain and left at the foot of the mountain.

The sound of artillery fire continued and did not stop even at noon.

After noon, Willy, who had been paying attention to the war, frowned more and more, and his face became more and more serious. He looked at Dingle and said:

"Something is not right. The Yan people did not take the main road, so there should be no open space for them to set up their artillery lines. But the bombardment has lasted for several hours. Where are they shooting?"

Dinger also frowned and shook his head and said, "From the sound, this shouldn't be a heavy artillery. It's most likely a small-caliber shell."

"If it's lighter, we don't have to consider too many factors about the venue. The weapons that the Yan people have have always been more advanced than ours. Who knows what they can come up with?"

"If we could win even one battle and seize their weapons, we would know more, but it's so hard to win even one battle..."

Hearing this, Willy's face turned a little ugly, but he still said: "This time is different, our counterattack will come soon."

Dingle did not respond, but just looked indifferently into the distance. The fleeing birds in the sky had disappeared without a trace, and the golden sun seemed to become even more dazzling.

By two o'clock in the afternoon, the sound of artillery fire gradually weakened, and finally only sporadic sounds were heard. During this period, faint gunshots were heard.

The distance was too far, so Dingle couldn't hear clearly, but he knew that the sound of gunfire becoming dominant meant that the exchange of fire had evolved from long-range bombardment to close-range attack and defense.

At this time, the communications soldier who hurried back from the east side of Mount Enzo brought a piece of news that cheered everyone up.

"Lieutenant General Kyle and five divisions of troops entered the mountain at six o'clock this morning. Now they have reached the Grizzly Creek Valley and are expected to reach the main peak before sunset."

After hearing the news, Dinger stroked his chin and said, "The progress is not bad, but it turns out that we can't enter the mountain at the same time."

"The war was too urgent and our preparations were too hasty."

Wei Li said: "Five divisions are enough. We have better terrain and can definitely defeat the Yan people with it."

"Dinger, after we reunite, we have to re-formulate the battle plan and deploy the main forces here."

Dinger nodded slightly: "Yes, but although the reinforcements are moving at a good speed, the troops transporting heavy weapons will probably arrive a little later."

Willy raised his eyebrows: "I hope they can do it as soon as possible."

"I don't want the Yan people to rush here because of insufficient ammunition."

"But how come these Yan people can bring so many weapons and ammunition? This is too much."

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"Bang bang bang!"

Bursts of dense gunfire were ringing out in the pine forest. The flying bullets made the pine forest shake constantly and the pine needles kept falling. The Gothic soldiers were running around in sweat, looking for the best cover.

The position where they were originally located had been devastated by the shelling that had lasted for several hours. The shells destroyed one pine forest after another in the explosion. Although they were located on a slope, the enemy's offensive was extremely fierce. Many people had died in the shelling that had lasted for several hours.

The artillery positions on high ground also caused casualties to the enemy during this period, but the enemy launched the attack from an extremely scattered position, which made their most powerful attack method not have much effect. Moreover, as the artillery shells were gradually consumed, in the end, they were even destroyed by the enemy's artillery fire.

Without the long-range suppression provided by artillery, the enemy began to advance, forcing the Gothic soldiers to shoot at those who came close.

At this moment, Sylvie, with her face covered in mud, was holding a musket and hiding behind a slope with a team of soldiers. The sound of bullets kept ringing around them. Sylvie looked anxious because the bullets were not coming from just one direction, but from many directions.

"Sir, the enemy soldiers have spread out, and it is difficult for us to contain their attack!" said the deputy who was shot in the shoulder with a painful look on his face.

"I don't care about that! Just shoot anyone I see!" Sylvie said sternly.

How could he not know the terrible situation he was facing at the moment? The enemy first launched an attack with intensive artillery bombardment, and after several hours of bombardment, they launched an assault in the form of small teams. These combat teams came from all over, and the multi-point offensive made it very difficult for his side to defend. As a last resort, Sylvie had to order the soldiers to disperse and counterattack with the help of cover.

But the counterattack was not smooth. After losing the linear formation of volley fire, the scattered shooting method made the soldiers' bullets have a very low hit rate.

The mountainous terrain was already full of obstacles, and the sparse density of bullets made it even more difficult to provide effective damage. However, the enemy had a point-fire capability far superior to ours. They were entrenched in various places and constantly launched precise shots from behind cover, which caused our soldiers to be knocked down quickly.

Seeing the casualties increasing and the position gradually falling, Sylvie was extremely anxious. The attack launched by the enemy suddenly came too suddenly. He could only think that the enemy had already reached here but had not launched an attack yet.

Or perhaps, it was because of Tachino's action that the enemy lurking in the mountains was able to determine their exact location.

Thinking of Tachino, Sylvie clenched her teeth, anger boiling in her heart.

At the beginning of the shelling, Tachino fled into the dense forest with his gun on his back like a madman. Now no one knows whether he is dead or alive.

"You'd better die, you bastard!" Sylvie cursed in her heart.

"Puff puff!"

At this moment, several bullets hit the slope and kicked up a cloud of mud. Sylvie's heart skipped a beat and she quickly dodged to the side.